Plain

                                  Every person has got the right to throw the pain away  

But sometimes I wonder why we have such a plain brain 

Must we turn back? Must we light a candle for the earth? 

Must we kill? So, must we die to know the way we were?  

Destination will be given to us  

Passing away will make you free  

Now sit back, and just relax  

Don't remember anything to do  

When the space came into light  

I was sorry for that baby child  

But I had no choice last night 

Every person